¨Ï Hazel O`Connor
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I go down the left side instead of the right
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I'm suffocating and I'm having to fight
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To keep myself moving out the crowd
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Who throw side long, but never turn round
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Armies of people moved quietly on
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So long resigned to become an d be gone, be gone
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Waiting, waiting for something to come
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Waiting, waiting with nowhere to run
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Waiting, waiting is this the sum total of my life?
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I'm blown by the day winds of fluorescent light
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No chance to think now my time is in sight
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No hiding quickly behind printed papers
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No way of escaping, Not looking much safer?
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Armies of people moved quietly on
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So long resigned to become and be gone be gone
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Waiting, waiting for something to come
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Waiting, waiting with nowhere to run
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Waiting, waiting is this the sum total of my life?
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Gotta keep moving outside of the crowd
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If I'm not careful they'll dragging me down
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Waiting
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| Hazel O'Connor |
